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“That depends. Are you having fun making a mess of yourself and my home?” 

“Look, I was paid in with a goat and a barbeque once, okay? People got to do what they need to do.” Not that Thomas often sought payment for his work. Part of him just needs to help people. The goat in question wanders off in search of food and the investigator just hopes it doesn’t end up in the trash again. “What can I do for you? I don’t normally take walk ins since this is a private residence but I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt depending on how serious this is.”

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“It means I want you to come here.” With a certain sparkle of desire in her eyes, Cecilia sits back on the couch while watching Allie. The woman was gone on a mission, something important, and she waited patiently for her to come back. It felt like an eternity, but she finally returned and all the feelings for her flooded her consciousness. Opening her legs just a bit, Cecilia pats her leg to indicate to Allie to come closer and take a seat on what she remembers to be her favorite chair.

“IT’S BEEN A WHILE, COMMANDER.” Her voice drips with amusement, arms languid and outstretched along the curved couch of her VIP Lounge. The Commander arriving on Omega is never a good sign for anyone -- especially her business. She gives a brief glance to her guard, nodding upward once to allow her to bypass. “I assume this is a pleasure meeting and not one of business? Maybe one day you’ll come visit without the passing of favors.”

Sarah fixed her under a judging gaze, though she carefully kept her thoughts from playing out over her face. Specifically thoughts of how pissed she was at Director Graham for landing her with this hindrance for this mission. “The Director made it clear that you’re following my lead on this?”

“  it  is  possible  to  know  people.  they  show  you  who  they  are.  you  just  have  to  be  looking.  ”  gaze  shifts  to  study  the  other,  head  tilting  slightly  to  one  side  with  a  pleasant  smile.  “  are  you  looking  ?  ”

                 “I’VE WANTED TO ASK.” Not that she ever wants to open her mouth to speak, but the rare, secluded nature of the sparring room on board offers an opportunity she is willing to take. Truth be told, Echo doesn’t expect the Commander to answer; the Contraxian knows she’s more prone to ignoring invasive questions, but she presses on as she unwraps her knuckles. “...all the things they say about you -- admittedly I have only heard rumors on the Citadel. my planet kept to whispers--” Rumors are broad, vague. Rumors are the fights and the glories, the triumphs and the inevitable downfalls of her former life. Echo’s brows knit together. “--you died, once? Or is that human exaggeration.”